I remember reading an entry of Abeâ€™s where he asked if we (the bloggers) are cut out for the hustle and bustle of the press when he joined Kiko Pangilinanâ€™s caravan to Laoag. Frankly speaking, I canâ€™t help but ask the same.

My husband and I joined a number of bloggers (Abe and his brother Ryan, Noemi with â€œkidsâ€ Lauren and Marielle, Ajay with her twins and her friend Nina, Chris and his wife Apples, and Eric) at the Krispy Kreme Greenhills VIP Launch Party last Tuesday night (thanks for the invite, Blooey). Iâ€™ll have to be honest and say that this isnâ€™t the first time Iâ€™ve been to a PR event as a blogger, but this was the very first instance when I actually felt what itâ€™s like to be â€œpartâ€ of the media without my father.

Iâ€™m not trying to be humble or anything, but as I commented to Abe, I felt small. And itâ€™s not because of my height either. Read more

Iâ€™ve said it before, and Iâ€™m saying it again: there really are a lot of memes going around. So instead of piling meme posts on this blog (I have done so much that I should be renaming Kutitots to â€œThe Meme Blogâ€ soon), I compiled these two tags I got from Aileen and Ely sometime ago.

Letâ€™s start with the embarrassing one, then Iâ€™ll just redeem myself with the more serious meme.

There are times that sometimes I feel like Iâ€™m a freak of nature, being able to pass up â€œgirly stuffâ€ without being a stereotyped lesbian. I donâ€™t like spending hours on make-up (well, Iâ€™m allergic), and I particularly like â€œboy sportsâ€ like basketball, soccer, baseball and track instead of girl-dominated ones like volleyball (sorry hon hehehe). I only go to the bathroom to pee. And I say what I want directly instead of resorting to hints that some girls usually do with their boyfriends.

Well, I guess thatâ€™s what I get for hanging out with four boys almost every single day in my college life. Read more

I like to daydream. And pretty crazy alternate universes they were too. I guess thatâ€™s what happens when you have an overactive imagination.

I daydreamed about all sorts of things. As a kid, I daydreamed I was Supergirl. To my momâ€™s frustration, I donned a blanket-turned-cape every now and then (my mom complained about how often I soiled her blankets every time I decided it was time for me to turn into Supergirl). I nearly broke bones (and my momâ€™s patience) during the time I was imagining myself as Pink Five of Bioman. It was a huge relief for her when I became older and daydreamed about getting married instead of imagining myself jumping incredible heights or flying.

Iâ€™ve actually been meaning to blog about something else, but I got an email from Marc Macalua this morning which I think is more important. His email told the sad story of Norberto Roxas, a man who lost his eye due to extreme cruelty and violence.

Roxas came from an underprivileged family who took up the job in the fishing industry upon graduating from JRI Orion. If his family only had the means, he would have had a better career. In one unfortunate accident, Roxas had an encounter with a tricycle and damaged a foot. But that wasnâ€™t the worse. Read more

There are a lot of things I write (and donâ€™t write) on this blog that says a lot about me. Observant people, like Juned for example, can actually read right through my entries. I can be pretty cryptic about things that bother me, but I guess thatâ€™s the liar-repellent shield I have working 😛 Thatâ€™s probably why Iâ€™m quite curious about what other people would ask me should I give them the liberty to ask me five questions about anything, and everything.

Iâ€™ve always considered my dad as a tad bit more tech-savvy than the â€œaverageâ€ dad (well, at least those who donâ€™t blog). Heck, his cameras are way, way out of my league.

I guess Iâ€™ve been so used to seeing my dad salivate over the newest tech gadgets, that it didnâ€™t seem odd when he started texting. My dad and I got our first mobile phones back in 1998 (you know, those really bulky Motorola phones? They seemed so cool back then), and our first SMS-enabled phone a year after. Once my dad and I learned how to text, we finally abandoned our pagers, which used to be the rave when texting wasnâ€™t popular yet.

Maybe the reason why I thought it seemed natural for my dad to be texting was because Iâ€™ve always gotten the â€œdaddy-ishâ€ messages from him like, â€œwhere are youâ€ or â€œwhat time are you going home.â€ It was annoying, but at least it didnâ€™t seem weird.

But when an aunt, uncle or grandma texts me, I canâ€™t help but feel a bit strangeâ€”especially when they seemed to understand â€œtext speakâ€ better than I do. Read more